The Doctors In"He's probably dead," Roger exclaimed as the two kittens giggled mischievously behind him.
Krystal and Amanda had arrived at Coleman Park appropriately attired for the evening. Their previously decided-upon costumes seemed much sexier in person than when Roger was helping them choose outfits at Wal-Mart. Being the edgy person that he was, he had politely declined their offer of buying a disguise for him. He had never celebrated the holiday, and instead purchased a t-shirt that furthered his rebelliousness with bright yellow text that read, 'I don't do costumes.'
His head down and his hands in his pockets, he paced himself up the paved hill that lead to the local, haunted legend. Krystal swung her faux tail playfully and adjusted the large black ears that wouldn't stay in her curly hair despite the obscene amounts of hairspray she had employed. Amanda clicked her heels across the ground. She sprinted in front of Roger and slowed to a smooth strut seemingly fo
DisillusionedDisillusioned2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You girls need a ride?"
October looked up, letting her eyes stray from the gravel beneath her feet. She had been walking along the highway for so long she had started counting her steps to pass the time, hoping that when she finally looked up she would see civilization. Abigail ran to the truck driver's passenger door, haphazardly pushing past October as if she had never ridden in a vehicle before.
October glared at the driver's soiled clothes, greasy hair, and crooked teeth. She imagined his smell which made her gag uncontrollably. It was as if his unkemptness was setting off red flags in her head: "Never talk to strangers. And never accept rides from hillbilly truck drivers in the middle of nowhere."
"Where are you headed?" Abigail questioned playfully. Even though she was a few years older than October, it seemed to make her more reckless than wise. Before the driver had the chance to wheeze whatever location in Kansas he was headed to, October yanked the sultry temptress to
The Divine InheritanceOver the years many a Divine girl had spent her time scrunched up in a corner, watching an older sister get all the attention. Claire knew that she was no different to her aunts, her great-aunts, her great-great-aunts, and well, on it went.The Divine Inheritance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'You don't have to watch, dear,' Mother said, as she held another length of ribbon against Sally's face.
'If you must look on like that, Claire, do come and be useful,' said Grandmother. 'Which one of these ribbons best brings out Sally's eyes?'
'What does it matter about Sally's eyes?' said Claire. 'Even I've got eyes on the outside.'
'You're silly,' said Mother, 'being miserable on purpose.'
'I'm not miserable on purpose!'
'My sisters were the same,' said Grandmother. 'Silly, jealous little girls.'
'If this always happens,' said Claire, 'then why have more than one daughter?'
'To love them, silly. Stop, Mother.' Sally brushed away the length of ribbon, crossed the room and crouched down in front of Claire. 'The Sight may
Dreams are a gatewayAs all around you, thunder crashes,Dreams are a gateway2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and jagged flashes expose the rain,
the walls begin to shake and moan and
the dream comes again to haunt your brain.
All alone in bed, your restless head,
tossing like a ship on violent seas,
sprays salty teardrops across the sheets,
the growing stains naught but wordless pleas.
Terror rises from night-blackened depths,
by nature's fury, drawn forth to feed,
come to wrap you in its spectral limbs,
so from sanity you can be freed.
Now forlorn within your troubled mind,
and marooned upon a mountain high,
you are confronted by a nightmare.
God it looms in size! Such depthless eyes!
Your eardrums shake from a ceaseless howl,
which blows apart the concealing clouds,
and your trembling limbs freeze, numb with awe,
for, too quickly now, its shape unshrouds.
Many jagged lines of iron mist
frame a frame cast from hell incarnate,
with spears of flesh and strobing colors,
its merest sight leaves you insensate.
Mismatched eyes see through your stammered l
The Bonds of LoveLover to lover,The Bonds of Love2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but I am your prisoner;
chained up in the dark.
i saw god leaving the shoreLast night I dreamed of blue-grey shoresi saw god leaving the shore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of miserable black rocks
that pushed back a tide that crawled with the dull wind
And how I moved so quickly,
Towards the salty edge of the earth;
She told me to run,
To kick back the sand as hard as I could
until something appeared.
And I suddenly saw haunting, stone walls
Gleaming in their symmetry
Made of pale, sturdy nostalgia
with deja vu dripping down
Slipping like liquid mercury
I ran towards it eagerly, and chased my own reflection -
But whenever I caught a glimpse of myself
The drops would dribble and scatter away.
She told me to run further
And my heart ached and my spine arched
against the stinging, salty wind
Yet before I knew it, the ocean floor moved
And I ran down shores
at every turn-
each perpendicular to the previous one.
Everywhere, identical blackened stone barriers
They are all the same, she said
Their crashing waves make the
Salsa, Rice, RhythmThere is something splendid aboutSalsa, Rice, Rhythm2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a Peruvian man leaving the rice to burn
because he is unable to keep himself
when a good Salsa song comes on
there is something exquisite and wild about a woman
paying uncontrollable obeisance to the rhythm
thrilling to the beat
waxing and waning to the sound waves
there is something gorgeous about the
the movements, like an untamed clockwork
the way the line between sound and
limb's poetry blurs
fantasia's demise comes with a soft
followed by a drought of wakefulness
surprised to see walls and ceiling
surprised to be alive in
only three dimensions
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;The Bride of Atlas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders
Submerge, Emerge.All my life, wading, wading.Submerge, Emerge.2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Shallow water spreads
Warmth between my toes.
Current sensed within.
All my life, waiting, waiting,
Waiting to go in.
All these years trying, trying
To show what flows through me.
All these years, dying, dying,
Dying to create.
All this time, filling, filling..
No way to release.
Skin cracks from tension
Of everything unshown.
All this time, feeling, feeling,
Collect my thoughts.
Take steady steps.
Down down, until I am submerged.
What I see here,
Is crystal clear:
A way to let myself emerge.
What I see here,
Is crystal clear:
A way to let myself emerge.
All over, pouring, pouring.
Rain has set me free.
Finally I can share
What this world is to me.
All around, finding, finding
What this world is to me.
Your daughter is dead. The man who opened the door of the apartment was grey and tired looking. He was wearing a very tatty suit and very scuffed shoes and a very lopsided tie, and there was a darkness around his eyes that spoke of sleepless nights and restless days. He didn't say anything, just looked at the man on his doorstep like he wasn't sure who he was or what he was doing there.Your daughter is dead.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That makes two of us, thought Calead gloomily, as he peered over the man's shoulder into the little, scruffy room beyond him. There were stains on the peeling wallpaper- smudgy, dark ones around the lamps and stove, grainy, sooty ones around the window, a single splashy grey one that looked like a spilled drink, a pale, bleached one that could have been anything.
The man asked him who he was, asked him if he was here from the landlord, said he didn't have the rent, but he would, soon.
Love Me DeadLove Me Dead3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's that time once again.
The preparation and planning has been glorious. Though it is the same record I've played over and over for millennia beyond millennia, it is no longer broken. I have managed to ripen the mix and stir until it is an entirely new recipe. As petite and distastefully helpless as this form is, I am still an animal and can enjoy my bestial instincts that allow me to suffer pleasure in my kill.
So unappealing is this fragile form humans bare, however; to pity them is to offer a luxury they do not deserve. Their flaws and weaker forms aside, there is work to be done. One paw upon his chest; my nose to his; a single breath and his soul is mine to harbor.
Beatrix kicked the aging envelopes aside as she attempted to leap across the unwelcoming welcome mat. Her unnatural perfectionism beginning to overwhelm her, she knelt down as she stepped into the house, folding wads of unopened mail beneath her arms. She scoffed angrily
I Love You In DisguiseJeremy Crenshaw was sitting in the same place he sat every day in fourth period English; far away enough not to be noticed, and close enough to admire from afar. For the last three years their schedules had been almost identical; but somehow English was the only class he had with him their junior year.I Love You In Disguise2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Braden Morgan was charming and sweet. He had an air about him that drew people in, even those who were unwanted. Because of this, he was constantly surrounded by his jock buddies and busty groupies. Jeremy could never find a moment to speak; to remind him of when they were younger and when he once admitted that they were best friends.
Braden's body had firmed and his stature had grown those last few years. He kept his head clean with an attractive buzz-cut and enough dirty blonde stubble to remind others of his maturity. He didn't play any sports, so most attentive teachers and coaches ignored his facial hair. Instead he made his mark in art class and drama, neither
26. ScreamShe saw the shadow of a figure out of the corner of her eye and turned to look outside at the foggy night. Out of the mist a pair of dull red, narrowed slits glared back at her. She paused in alarm for a moment, and blinking rapidly, peered more closely in case she really was losing it. Then she let out a piercing wail.26. Scream2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All she saw were the eyes of whatever was out there, but that was impossible she told herself, she was seven stories high! A bone-chilling horror crept over her and she pulled the curtains tight, scrambling backward from the gleam of the unearthly eyes that should not be there.
Running to the bathroom in her little apartment, she threw the door closed and tried to collect her wits. Turning to draw herself a hot bath, she tried to forget all about her mind playing tricks on her, but the first thing she saw were the eyes.
They floated just outside her bathroom window in the chill night as if disembodied. She let out an earsplitting shriek and bolted towards the front door
Ode to a Human NightingaleWhen Taylor & Hessey closed for the day, drawing down the blinds on their shop window, no one noticed a young man snatching one of the books from the shelf and secreting it in his great coat. Nor did they notice him slip out the back door into an alleyway filled with the char and tar of London, his eyes swivelling to both sides. Fleet St was busy; the horses trotted down the road with carriages bouncing on the most delicate of axles whilst rank sweat and horse manure intertwined in a stench that overpowered the scent of the evening breeze. Everyone was shouting, their voices tussling with each other as the street groaned under hundreds of feet and hooves; oh indeed for a moment of silence in this hideous city!Ode to a Human Nightingale4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Thruppence for a linnet, sir!" shouted a bird hawker at the young man's side as he sidled down the side of the street, careful to draw the coat more tightly about him. Another voice soon assaulted the first and the young man turned briefly to a grubby boy holding a cage half cov
Hybrid, Prologue: The Last BattleHybrid, Prologue: The Last Battle2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Last Battle
In a room filled with glowing blood crystals, a tyrian purple reptilian man sat in his high throne engraved with gargoyles. His hands waved over a hovering holographic map of the Milky Way Galaxy. He laughed as shades of purple covered nearly all the map.
Only Okma was highlighted in blue at this star system. He touched that star and an image of a planet flickered above the map. The planet had ships flying around like bees warning each other of danger.
“Oh Spacers,” the man chuckled. “All your worlds are destroyed by my touch. Your corpses are disintegrated by my footsteps. You don’t stand a chance in the universe. Now, my Titan Empire has become my galaxy against your world. You will all perish.”
A spiky armored-Titan entered the room. “Lord Seiton, my men are ready.”
His throne creaked as Seiton turned to the soldier and smiled. “Excellent, activate the relay and set our cours
Tales of the ForbiddenPrologueTales of the Forbidden4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bitter winds ripped sands across the gritty desert plain, covering the fallen warriors and plaguing the living. It bit into bleeding flesh, stinging the injuries of people conscious enough to care. A wounded man clad in tattered white robes stood in the center, amongst those not yet fallen.
The stench of rotten flesh infested his nostrils; fighters who fell early enough for the scorching sun to hasten their decay. Others fought well into the night. They battled for survival and revenge for their fallen comrades. The sand beneath his bare feet caressed his skin, coloring crimson as blood trailed from many wounds and soaked into it. The upper part of his robes had been shredded and hung past his waist a large gash tore across his chest and bled profusely.
The lacking garments on his upper body freed his wings. Two wings larger than himself, once a stunning white were now tainted by dirt and blood, the remnants of his battle. His left-wing twitched and hung limp. He stretc
Submerged in Swan LakeSubmerged in Swan Lake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swans and wings are floating by
on a breeze imbued with jasmine and
willows outstretching their arms in welcome.
Through deep breaths he arrives
plunged in murky, pungent water.
A quiet whisper, and he prays -
"Please... may I linger here?"
Willows lower their arms
and jasmine falls to the Earth
where the wind dies and finally rests.
The crows are cawing hymns,
begging to be swans.
But only the duck submerged in Swan Lake
has delved the desired shore.
Its waters dangerous and plagued
by monsters baring their teeth;
most ghastly and putrid they are
that no crow may ripple its surface
nor any songbird seeking beauty fair.
The Swan Maidens bare their chests
and open their wings in veneration -
for the duck has sought beauty through courage
and earned his guise of grace and virtue.
FOR CONNECTICUTFarewell, oh precious little children.FOR CONNECTICUT2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our hearts are filled with grief.
You leave behind the love of a nation,
And lives that, to us, were too brief.
Perhaps the powers that be understand
Why you were called home so soon.
But we mere mortals cannot conceive
How you danced away to a mad man's tune.
Our tears have stained the world this day,
And our heads are bent in prayer
For loved ones who'll miss you most of all,
For your loss is a lifetime burden to bear.
Part-Time HookerI inhale smoke and dirty thoughtsPart-Time Hooker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(sleeping with a waste-of-calories
with no sex appeal. her heart
the volume of
smell increases as it's
getting hotter than a
I don't mind her
cold hands around my --
burned out lights form a
silhouette; film this on
screen like a dream
you can watch or hear.
but she doesn't scream;
her bones suffocate me
as she's wrapped around
my body -
she's stiff, cold, dry.
sleeping with a waste-of-calories
with no sex appeal. her heart
doesn't beat. )
Until I can't breathe.
The New Justice James forgot the milk again.The New Justice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was nothing new. In fact, he regularly forgot things: his wallet, the milk, he'd even forgotten their marriage license on that magical day some twelve years prior. On any other day, Angela might have laughed it off before slipping on her shoes and heading to the stores. Today it made her furious. She watched, her lips pressed into a hard, thin line as he trudged for there was no other word that could describe the slow, stoop-shouldered stride up the walkway. Leaning back against the counter, she folded her arms as he entered the house. He jerked to a stop as he surveyed the unusually spotless state of their home. It was clear to him, with the certainty that only twelve years of constant companionship can give, that he was in trouble. It was also clear to him that it was far too late to he
Dead Ties ProloguePrologueDead Ties Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She ran quickly through the hall, lifting up the skirts of her dress so not to trip and fall, once she reached the children’s bedroom she ran in and picked up her infant daughter in one hand then turned to her son who was no more than ten years old, clutching a soft white toy rabbit in his arms with a light blue ribbon tied around its neck.
She extended her other hand to the child. “Jacob come along, we are leaving this place. So we must hurry.”
The boy looked up at her with confusion in his blue eyes. “But Mummy, what about Daddy, you said he would be back soon.”
With a slight breath she nodded. “That I did, but some things have changed. Things I cannot explain to you at this moment, so please Jacob, we must leave. Daddy will know where we have gone, he’ll find us.”
Still looking confused the boy took her hand but as they headed into the hallway and towards the stairs he asked. “Is it because of that man that was watching
The Real meThere was one time when you thought I,The Real me2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
was perfect, no defects to hide.
Impressed were all, imposed a lot,
On all your minds, but you knew not.
The truth of me, the lies I hide,
I do not lie, but hide I might.
Whatever way, deceived you are.
Blinded by, a truth so far,
So unreal, you cannot grasp.
Believe or not, its truth alas,
But hate me not, that's who I am,
But that's for me, to you I am,
Or tried to be, tried very hard.
To be a friend, one true at heart,
To help you out, fulfill your needs,
Play a small role in your deeds.
Intention wise, I will not lie,
The one thing which I ever tried,
Was to bring a smile alive,
On your lips, to do I'd die,
That's all I ask, not hair breadth much,
Erase my life, if you feel must,
From your life, your memory,
But one last thing before I leave.
Hate me if you feel to hate.
Just don't make the mistakes I made.
For, who I am, I am not proud,
Truth is that I myself doubt.
What I was, I lived in pain,
My life was shadowed in constant rain,